II. There's another suspicion Comes over my mind, That with all this contrition And pray'rs, and that kind, Ould Father Mahony's a wag in his way. When a station, he says, Will be held at my house, I must go my ways, Or be mute as a mouse. For him turkey and bacon Is pull'd from the shelf; Not so much as a cake on The coals for myself: But what all this manes, why, the Acho will say.
(Spoken.)
Up he goes agin to the Acho, and says, "Tell me, aff ye plase, what is't brings ould Father Mahony so everlastingly to my country seat in the bog of Bally Keeran?"
"Mrs. Blake!" says the Acho.
"Oh! hannimandhiaoul!" says Paddy, "I thought as mich—the thief o' the world—I thought as mich. Oh! tundher-a-nouns!
"I'll go home an' bate her, until my heart's sore, Then give her the key of the street evermore!" W.
RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD.
BY THE AUTHOR OF HEADLONG HALL.